For
the Love of Vintage Tarot Deck(s)
"What is REAL?" asked the Rabbit one day, when they were
lying side by side near the nursery fender, before Nana came to tidy the room.
"Does it mean having things that buzz inside you and a stick-out
handle?"
"Real isn't how you are
made," said the Skin Horse. "It's a thing that happens to you. When a
child loves you for a long, long time, not just to play with, but REALLY loves
you, then you become Real."
"Does it hurt?" asked
the Rabbit.
"Sometimes," said the
Skin Horse, for he was always truthful. "When you are Real you don't mind
being hurt."
"Does it happen all at
once, like being wound up," he asked, "or bit by bit?"
"It doesn't happen all at
once," said the Skin Horse. "You become. It takes a long time. That's
why it doesn't happen often to people who break easily, or have sharp edges, or
who have to be carefully kept. Generally, by the time you are Real, most of
your hair has been loved off, and your eyes drop out and you get loose in the
joints and very shabby. But these things don't matter at all, because once you
are Real you can't be ugly, except to people who don't understand."
"I suppose you are real?" said the Rabbit. And
then he wished he had not said it, for he thought the Skin Horse might be
sensitive. But the Skin Horse only smiled.
"The Boy's Uncle made me
Real," he said. "That was a great many years ago; but once you are
Real you can't become unreal again. It lasts for always."
-From
The Velveteen Rabbit by Margery Williams
I have always loved this passage from this children’s book. I’m not
sure I completely took it inside of my soul, until this weekend. –Just a note—this
is longer blog.
Also I visit Facebook Marketplace, I haven’t bought anything from
the listings…before this past weekend. I sent the typical quarry (fully
expecting a “no”) “Is this still available?
I received a “yes, it’s still available”.
A collection of Tarot Books and Tarot decks (about 11 decks)
available from a seller who lived “near me” (near me, being in Titusville).
My brain started racing. Do I have the cash available? Asked her
if she was “firm” in the price. I mentioned there were a couple decks with
which I was not familiar.
She sent me some pics. I checked my resources and had the
requested amount.
I was a little reticent because of the “less than comprehensive”
answers I was receiving. But I made arrangements to meet with Suzanne (her name
was) to me in the parkinglot of the IHOP off the I-95 exit for Titusville.
We arrived before she did, and suddenly had the worry that I was going to be
discovered by the police. Because of the cash in hand, I was worried someone
would see the exchange and we would be detained on the grounds (the abscent
police) would suspect us of making a drug connection.
When she arrived, she was (exactly) as her picture depicted.
Almost 6 ft tall, with platinum hair, and a lovely smile.
She had mentioned that these belonged to her mother and she wanted
to sell it as a complete collection.
We made the exchange.
When I got them home (and dumped them onto my bed) I set to the
task of making sure (first) that all the cards are in each deck.
One of the decks that I particularly wanted The Zerner Farber
Tarot Deck. I had the deck (previously) and now have an incomplete deck and…this
deck is no longer in print.
When I came upon the (coveted) deck, the box looked like this:
Pushing
down my (extreme) dislike of “tuck boxes”, I also tried to hold my optimism
that all the cards were there, given the look of the box.
That
all sort of fell to hell, when, after I took them out of the box and saw the
statis of the cards. Some were upside down (I don’t read reversals). Some were
backwards front-to-back, All of them
worn at the corners, many with creases. I was certain not “all of the cards”
were there and bolstered myself for disappointment.
As I
sorted them into suits, I began to develop appreciation for this deck.
The
guidebook said published in 1997.
These
cards were (obviously) well loved and well used.
At
the end of the sorting and putting the cards in order,
I realized that all the cards were present and
accounted for.
I
found myself stunned. Then, my stunned feeling dissolved
in to a reflective pool of gratitude.
Felt some presences of spirit with me, as I
was visitng with these cards.
One
of them, my spirit guide Andrew.
He
told me to look at these cards and let that wash over me.
In a
moment similar to Rafiki encouraging Simba “Look
harder!”
Andrew
helped me to see that there are many stories to be told in these vintage cards.
The
influence of this (lovely—and I thought, slightly confused) woman who owned
this deck was going to remain and guide me in my future works with this deck.
I
loved the feel of the soft edges of this well-loved deck. I loved the muffled
sounds
as the cards clapped together. I even
appreciated the creases and softly worn corners.
There
were several “gems” that I found in the offerings from Suzi this weekend.
I
learned that I have 3 new friends. One, a wonderful woman who lives in
Titusville. One, a woman in spirit, who might visit me, as I am the conservator
of her Tarot collection. One, a vintage
deck, who is pre-loved and embodies for me what it means to be “Real”.
Until
next time,
Eat something
wonderful,
And live
a life worth loving.
-Kim
Danbert
www.kimdanbert.com